The shadowed stark tatami room draws me in once more. I am a dominant force that claims his prize. His every thrust is a testament to my passion, rough and relentless, yet carefully measured to skirt the edge of pain. The air is thick with the scent of lust as I drive into the Tezro's willing hole, each stroke intensifying the connection between pleasure and power. The sounds of our union—moans, the slap of flesh, ragged breaths—resonate through the space, in our shared abandon. I push harder, faster, the intensity escalating until the line between ecstasy and agony is all but invisible. This is where we find the true essence of dominance and submission, a place where pleasure reigns supreme.